Looking at the environment of the corridor, it is not unusual for rats and cockroaches to be everywhere inside the door.
But surprisingly, when he opened the door, Nono smelled no smell at all, only a faint musty smell. It was a house that had not been lived in for several years, and it was still located in the wilderness. There was only a slight smell of mold.
Miracle.
"It's not this yet, it's not this yet. This is equivalent to the first underground floor. What we are going to is the second underground floor." Fingel said.
There was also a door inside the room. Fingel led everyone to the door. Everyone could smell the pungent smell of kerosene.
"I heard that this place was originally an air-conditioning machine room and a temporary warehouse. There were not enough dormitories in the back, so they were separated into temporary dormitories, but they were used for several years." Fingel opened the door.
Surprisingly, the air here is quite fresh, with only a faint smell of dust and no smell of mold. A clean small room is shown in front of the stranger, with a double room that is 1.5 meters wide.
The bed has gray sheets, a simple bedside table, a table and a chair, a kerosene lamp on the table, a small refrigerator in the corner of the room, and a wardrobe on the side of the inner wall.
Basket, next to it is the trash basket, that's all the stuff in this room.
A steel wire was pulled up on one side of the house for drying clothes. A black leather jacket hung on it. The floors and walls were all original cement-like without any paint or decoration. There were only a few
Everything is placed neatly and orderly. This room has no windows, but you can hear the humming sound of the air conditioner compressor next door.
"Based on the size of the clothes and the style of the bedsheets, it seems that the person living here is a man, about 35 to 45 years old." Nono said in a low voice, "There doesn't seem to be any bad habits, he loves to be clean, and he loves being alone.
The endurance is very strong.”
Seeing this room, Nono activated her profiling ability. She could only analyze so much because the things in the room were very limited... As for Loneliness, she had a very strong ability and could live in such a simple place.
, must be a person who can endure loneliness.
The whole room was only about a dozen square meters in size, and it could be seen at a glance, but Lu Mingfei still glanced up and down several times. There were no mice or cockroaches as expected, and there were not even random instant noodle bowls, drink bottles and
toilet paper.
This place doesn't look like a place where a middle-aged man lives alone. If Fingel lived here, within a week, there would be a mountain of garbage.
"You haven't touched this room, have you?" Nono asked Fingel.
"No, actually when I came..." Fingel was about to say something, but Nono waved his hand to stop him.
"From now on, don't make any sound." Nuonuo gave Lu Mingfei a look, and Lu Mingfei nodded, and handed Su Xiaoyan to Fingel.
The door was closed, and the sound of the air conditioner compressor was cut off a lot. The air in the room seemed to have stopped flowing, and the room felt slightly stuffy.
Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo groped inside the room from the door of the room, along the walls on both sides. They walked slowly, ran their fingers over the walls, and examined everything in the room with their eyes.
Fingel didn't care about them, but used a more effortless method to hold Su Xiaoyan up. He knew that Lu Mingfei and Nono had entered the profiler's observation state.
A few minutes passed until Lu Mingfei and Noonuo met at the foot of the bed. Lu Mingfei was holding a few magazines and some crumpled pieces of paper, and Noonuo was holding a photo frame.
"'Yilin', 'Zhiyin' and 'Story Club' are some very common magazines. They are sold at every newspaper stand in this city. Most middle-aged men and women like to read them." Lu Mingfei showed Nuonuo the magazines.
A few magazines, and a few crumpled pieces of paper were opened, "Invoices from restaurants, foot wash shops and massage parlors were dug out of the trash can. The dates were seven years ago. They were not particularly high-end places. One time
The amount of consumption is probably between a few hundred to more than a thousand, but I don’t think this is what Chu Tianjiao spent. He used to be a driver, so he should have paid for it for his boss."
"Do you have any useful information about Chu Tianjiao?" Nono asked.
"I have the impression that he is about forty years old. When he comes to pick up Chu Zihang from Shilan Middle School, he always drives a black Maybach, which is his boss's car. According to Chu Zihang, he talks a lot and likes to eat braised large intestines.
and abnormally spicy chicken wings, and always said that he would save a future wife book for Chu Zihang." Lu Mingfei recalled the memories he asked about Chu Tianjiao from Chu Zihang, "because he feels that his personality is a bit similar to mine.
, so when he asked me, Chu Zihang told me a little more."
Nono closed his eyes and frowned unconsciously, because he noticed something was wrong.
It's very contradictory. The Chu Tianjiao described by Lu Mingfei is different from what she "saw" at the moment. Logically speaking, this is a greasy middle-aged man who likes to brag, flatter and show off. How could such a man live in such a house?
A boring basement that you have lived in for so many years?
Nuonuo looked at the hanging jacket. It was not of any brand, but the fabric could be seen to be of high value. Such a man should not go to great lengths to buy clothes with several months' salary to buy an Armani or
A louder brand name? How could he wear such an expensive jacket that no one else could see the value of?
Lu Mingfei was also thinking about it. He imagined a middle-aged man's isolated life, listening to the noisy air conditioner compressor day after day, staying in a room where he couldn't see the stars or the sun. He loved braised intestines.
He eats spicy chicken wings but never eats them in the room. He is smooth but meticulous in his private life, which can even be said to be the same.
"It's so strange. If Chu Tianjiao is really like you said, he has too many characteristics that conflict with each other." Nono shook his head and said, "It's hard to imagine that there are such contradictory individuals in this world, unless you
There is something wrong with my impression of him, or..."
Nono paused when she said this, and Lu Mingfei helped her complete the rest of her words: "Unless he appears in front of everyone, he is disguising himself."
"The existing information is too little, unless we go into in-depth profiling." Nono said in a low voice.
"But that's too dangerous, isn't it?" Lu Mingfei shook his head and said, "Using in-depth profiling to simulate a completely contradictory individual might lead to schizophrenia."
"Hey, hey, can I talk now?" Fingel saw that Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo had been discussing without any progress, so he couldn't help but interject.
"It's best if it's useful." Nono glanced at Fengel, she was still trying to construct the image of Chu Tianjiao in her mind.
"Aren't you curious where I found my bazooka and cigar?" Fingel said.
Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo were stunned. Yes, as profilers, when they entered the room, they were eager to restore the state of Chu Tianjiao when he lived here, but they all ignored that Chu Tianjiao, who was pretending to be an ordinary person,
How could he put a spear rocket launcher in his room? And there was no ashtray in the whole house. How could a man who cleaned the room meticulously not prepare an ashtray when smoking a cigar?
"Isn't this the place where Chu Tianjiao lived?" Nono frowned slightly.
"No, based on my understanding of the good-for-nothing Senior Brother, if this wasn't the place where Chu Tianjiao lived, he wouldn't have gone to such trouble to bring us here." Lu Mingfei glanced at the whole room, "Is there a secret room here?"
This was what inspired him yesterday when he entered the secret room full of books and newspapers in the Shilan Middle School Foundation Building... But he had just looked at the entire room and couldn't find where the secret door was.
"How is that possible?" Nono's brows furrowed even deeper, "We have all received the highest level of reconnaissance training from the Executive Department. If there is a secret room hidden in a room, how could we not be able to tell it?"
"There is a possibility." Lu Mingfei said softly, "Chu Tianjiao has more counter-reconnaissance experience than we do."
"Then how did you find this loser?" Nono glanced at Fingel, his eyes full of distrust.
"Junior sister, you are looking down on me too much. I am a paparazzi, and paparazzi have a keen sense of smell." Fingel pointed to a place in the room, "You are all profilers, and you will subconsciously observe the scene.
"But I don't. When there is only one resting place in a room, I can't help but lie down on it."
Lu Mingfei and Nuonuo looked in the direction of Fingel's finger. There was the only bed in the room. The bed was made of cement poured on the floor and integrated with the whole room. But when Fingel said it,
What seems wrong with this bed?
No longer caring about maintaining the original appearance of the room, Lu Mingfei first sat on the edge of the bed, and then lay on it. Then he felt a strong sense of violation.
"It's so hard and not comfortable at all. Sleeping on this bed is no different from sleeping on a concrete floor." Lu Mingfei stood up, looked at Eriyi and asked, "Eriyi, is your bed very comfortable?"
Is it soft and comfortable?”
Eriki nodded. She had been living alone, in the same room for many years. Those days were already very lonely and unbearable. If the bed was still uncomfortable, she would run away from home no matter what.
Nuonuo also lay down on it. Just as Lu Mingfei said, she immediately discovered the problem... According to the layout of the room and the personality of the owner, he is a meticulous person in life, and he can endure it day after day.
Noisy and monotonous life, but if you don't even have a comfortable bed to sleep on, such a person simply has a masochistic tendency.
Nono opened up the mattress, along with a whole wooden board underneath, and then discovered that on the bed frame poured with cement, there was a secret door welded with an iron sheet and an iron frame. The door panel and the edge of the bed fit together perfectly, without any unevenness.
There, a calm padlock is embedded in a special groove.
"Sure enough, it's a secret room that only guys like you would discover." Nono rolled his eyes at Fingel, "When a normal person enters a strange room, who would first think of going to the cat's bed?"
"With a teammate like me, you can have some fun." Fingel chuckled and threw the key he found in the bedside table to Nono.
There was not a staircase under the secret door, but a very long steel pipe, I don’t know how many meters it was, and several people slid down one after another.
Everyone was surprised. The space below was unexpectedly large. Even walking in the dark basement carried echoes.
Fingel took out an old-fashioned projector from nowhere. He turned on the projector, and the projected light instantly illuminated the entire space. Lu Mingfei and Nono couldn't help but take a breath, and Eri Yi also covered her mouth in surprise.
.
This is a room of at least 100 square meters, which is completely different from the cramped and simple small room above. There are all kinds of things here.
The first thing that catches the eye is a wall. It is not so much a wall, but a whole wall of collection shelves, hardcover books, and ancient parchments. The things here are not the ones above that cost a few yuan or more than ten yuan each.
magazines can be compared; there are also vinyl records, from Elvis Presley to Queen, from classical music to jazz, there are all kinds of them. These black films are stacked together, all of them are original, and their existence is already very rare.
Yes, there are probably thousands of them here, and selling them would definitely cost astronomical prices.
There is an old-fashioned gramophone in the corner. It is made of pure copper and looks like an antique. It should be used to play these records.
There were aluminum boxes on one side of the display cabinet. Lu Mingfei opened a few at random. They were all filled with cigars, and each one was made in Cuba. Even a person like him who doesn't like to smoke cigars can tell the difference.
You can find all the old brands and Caesar’s favorites here.
Then there is wine. A sentimental man can never do without wine, whiskey and brandy. Rare-grade red wines from major wineries around the world. There is also a special mixing table on one side of the wine cabinet, with various kinds of wine on it.
There are various utensils and tools for bartending. It seems that the owner of the house is a very professional bartender.
The posters include a signed photo of Marilyn Monroe and an actual photo of the Titanic, which are mounted in high-end frames. There are all kinds of famous watches and cameras in the display cabinets, from Rolex to IWC to Patek Philippe.
From Leica to Sony.
Although the entire room has no walls, it is divided into several parts by invisible partitions. The fitness area has professional-grade barbells and gantry racks; the bathing area has a bathtub and perfume, the bath towels are velvet, and the wardrobe is full of customized suits and extremely expensive clothes.
Leather shoes; the most exaggerated thing is the large bed in the center of the room. The bed is covered with authentic Australian sheepskin, the pillow is a mink fur cover, and the carpet by the window is a nearly two-meter-long black and yellow animal skin...
It was a quite complete tiger skin.
The thing closest to the bed is not the rare collections and treasures, but a workbench. On the workbench are disassembled Beretta pistols and Desert Eagles. The warheads are carved with cross patterns, and there are also deep red in them.
The Frigga Bullet.
"So... cool!" Lu Mingfei exclaimed sincerely. He was stunned by the style of this room and the connotation of the owner. He was like a famous cowboy in a Western movie or a top killer in a spy movie.
, the man who lives here is definitely a role model for every man.